DamonNot a lot of time had passed before he finally decided to get over himself and use his phone again. He’d never put the thing away. It’d just been sitting there in his hand, waiting for him to actually do something while he just ran his fingers over it, over and over again.
He tried to tell himself that he didn’t know who to call, but the fact of the matter was that he did. He just didn’t like going to people for things. Sullivan's number was so easy to remember. He didn’t even have to look it up before he keyed it in.
Sullivan picked up on the third ring.
“Hello?” he said.
His voice was suspicious and slightly raised, like he thought this was either a collect call or something bad about to happen. Probably the latter. Damon hadn’t seen Sullivan in at least a year; he’d left, gotte
